The Fletcher Memorial Home

Written by 荒野旗人

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

And build them a home a little place of their own

The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day

On closed circuit T.V.

To make sure they're still real.

It's the only connection they feel

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig

Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly.Hello Maggie! Mr. Brezhnev and party. Who's the bald chap? The ghost of McCarthy,

The memories of Nixon. Good-bye! And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin- American Meat packing glitterati

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect

They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles

and amuse themselves playing games for awhile

Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

--*************--

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

With their favorite toys

They'll be good girls and boys

In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial

Wasters of life and limb.

Is everyone in?

Are you having a nice time?

Now the final solution can be applied.